Through jungle, mountains and winding roads we arrived six hours later in Bukittinggi. Because of the altitude, approaching the Equator was relatively cool. Our Bukittinggi hotel was high, but even higher stood Mt Marapi, smoke rising from its summit. This was more like it.
The following day when we took a tour of the neighbouring area, I couldn’t stop staring at the unique architecture. The pointed roofs were like buffalo horns. The tour stopped at the biggest house in Sumatra, once the king’s. Although the large front room was relatively empty, it was easy to imagine how ostentatious it must have once been.